"Alpha Jaxon, you rejected the plus-size omega for her twin sister, right?" "Yes. Sierra is delicate and perfect for a Luna. Maya was dead weight, useless to this pack." "Sir... the scouts just returned from the border. Maya didn't die in the Deadlands." "Of course she didn't. She is probably begging for scraps in the dirt." "No, sir. She shifted into a massive silver beast and destroyed our entire hunting unit with a single howl. The elders tested the ground she cracked... she isn't an omega. She is the last living heir to the ancient Silver Moon bloodline." "What?! That bloodline was supposed to be wiped out! Mobilize the elite warriors. We have to drag her back and force the mating bond before the Grand Council finds out!" "It is too late, Alpha." "What do you mean it's too late?!" "The Iron Fangs Motorcycle Club just breached our southern border. Five hundred Lycans, fully armed." "Who is leading them?!" "Lycan King Kai. And he sent a message back with the surviving enforcers." "What message?!" "'You called my girl fat and threw her away like trash. Now, watch her burn your entire pack to ash.'" Will Jaxon get Maya back before his pack falls? Or will Maya take her bloody revenge beside the ruthless Biker King who worshipped every curve of her soul from the start?